And I thought I had made it through all those hard days as a mother . . . and that while the teen years would likely be a challenge, that making it through those hard, first ten years as a mother was the uphill part of parenting. And everything else would be like making it to the top of the hill and riding down the other side.
I was wrong.
Because then it became time to sit in the passenger seat while these humans whose bottoms I wiped and whose throw up I caught . . . learn to operate a moving vehicle. A time when I place my life into the hands of people who can barely walk through a room without losing or breaking something. Persons who, not THAT long ago, couldn't manage to wipe their behinds well enough to avoid having skid marks in their underwear.
But so far, I've survived to tell the tale. With only a few extra gray hairs but mostly none the worse for wear.
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